You Will Never Live To

Who Shoots At The Mid-day Sun, Though He Be So Sure He Shall Never Hit The Mark, Yet As Sure As He Is, He Shall Shoot Higher Than He Who Aims At A Bush.

There Is Nothing Sooner Overthrows A Weak Head Than Opinion By Authority, Like Too Strong A Liquor For A Frail Glass.

Poetry, A Speaking Picture To Teach And Delight.

A Noble Heart, Like The Sun, Showeth Its Greatest Countenance In Its Lowest Estate.

There Is Little Hope Of Equity Where Rebellion Reigns.